Chapter 811: Fire demon dies tragically, the human race is not weaker than others

A bang came, and I saw that in the No. 8 gladiator arena, the flame-like five-meter-high body ignited a blazing flame, and the blue flame was extremely hot.
"Dead!"
The Flame Demon roared, and ran away with a sneer, with a terrifying breath, waving a pair of flame arms and slamming up.
That blow contained terrorist power, as if a star exploded. If the gladiatorial arena was specially created, and even with numerous dense lines of defense, it might be broken.
A fierce blow, the heat waves rolled around, but Jing Shan looked indifferent, his eyes remained unchanged, as if he didn't see the blow come down.
boom!
Suddenly a muffled sound, Yan Demon flew out, hitting the energy wall of the gladiatorial arena and slowly falling down.
It was blown away by a blow, an inexplicable change, and the scene's hot shouts suddenly stopped, one by one staring.
I saw, Jingshan didn't know when he came to Yan Mo, waved his arms, and his fists fell like rain.
Bang bang bang bang ...
Immediately thousands of punches blasted down, Yan Mo's huge body was splattered with flames, and the hard rock layer skin fell off every inch.
"Eh ... I killed you!" The flames screamed, the body exploded, his arms and fists swept across, pushing Jingshan back.
He got up, cracked, seeping out like magma, burning the ground.
This Yan Demon is very strong. It is an extremely powerful one in Hengxing, but it was accidentally killed by Jing Shan.
It snarled and rushed, its fists wrapped in blue flames, swept through, covering the whole gladiatorial arena.
Boom boom!
There was a terrible vibration in the gladiatorial field, a roar, and the horror of countless creatures on the scene was terrified, and then roared.
"kill him!"
"Burnt him!"
"Destroy Terran!"
With a loud shout, the wave was higher than the wave, the atmosphere at the scene was driven, and the excitement and enthusiasm were so great that they thought the human race was over.
Looking at the hot atmosphere at the scene, many creatures couldn't help but stand up and dance, their eyes flushed, showing a sick mood.
Bloody, stimulating. The creatures of all races here seek stimulation in such fighting entertainment.
In the room, the fairy girl's maidservant blinked her eyes and looked at Qin Tiange himself from time to time, but unfortunately the body was filled with gray mist, and his appearance and expression could not be seen at all.
Qin Tiange watched quietly, behind him, Li Luo stood behind him silently, guarding him firmly.
"Master, don't you worry about your war slaves?" The fairy waiter couldn't help asking, very curious.
Qin Tiange didn't answer, but looked at the No. 8 gladiatorial arena, where the blue flames shrouded in flames, covering the scene inside.
But he could clearly see that Jing Shan was surging in the flames, and his eyes showed the killing power.
boom!
With one punch, the Yan Demon stepped back, screaming and killing, but was emptied by Jingshan and struck his forehead.
With a click, the Yanmen's forehead cracked, the rock's skin splashed and scattered, and blood flowed down, looking miserable.
It turned out to be beaten. Here, in fact, it is already very strong, but Jingshan was beaten into a monster by Qin Tiange Sheng with the blood of the devil.
No way, for the spar of time, the human dignity is even greater, even the human slaves cannot be underestimated or even despised by all ethnic groups.
What about war slaves, even if some people call them war slaves, they cannot be ignored, nor can they be ignored.
"Roar ... how is that possible?"
The Flame Devil shouted, looking shocked and unbelievable. Isn't the human race very vulnerable, why is this human war slave in front of him so arrogant?
Not to mention a powerful person, the power of the stars in the body erupted, and one move was like a supernova explosion, full of destruction.
In particular, the physical body of Jingshan is arrogant, like a demon body, which is completely refined by Qin Tiange's blood.
"Kill!" Jingshan's eyes flashed, killing surging surging, his heart was extremely excited, and he had never felt so powerful.
He began to have a hint of doubt and even awe in Qin Tiange, the mysterious master.
Not only his strength and mystery, but also his means, and his courage, washing his face and body directly with unknown and powerful blood, creating his current strength and crushing the same level of inflammation.
"My people, not weaker than people!"
Jingshan howled, rising into the air, and a terror broke out inside the body, like a supernova blasting off.
As he smashed with a punch and banged, Yan Demon lay on the ground, his shoulders were shattered, and blood and water splashed in all directions.
Gradually, the flames scattered around, revealing the scenes in the gladiatorial arena, and the Yan Demon lay there, struggling hard.
It uttered an unwilling roar: "I don't believe it. People are vulnerable. Why, why?"
boom!
Jing Shan stepped on, stepping on the head of Yan Mo, saying, "My people are not weaker than any race, but you are arrogant!"
Talking, Jingshan grabbed the huge body of Yan Mo, his arms vibrated, and a violent force broke out, with his arms tearing fiercely.
"Ah ..." A scream came violently, and the tyrannical inflammation monster was torn in half by Jing Shansheng.
Hissing, the Flame Demon's body split into two halves, the blood and intestines scattered all over the ground, leaving the whole gladiator field dead.
The flame demon was dead, shattered in half by human war slave Jing Shan, and died on the spot.
"how is this possible?"
"Yanma is dead?"
"Fake, fake!"
At the scene, countless creatures were sluggish. Looking at the No. 8 gladiatorial arena, the fierce death of Yan Yan was deeply imprinted in their hearts.
That kind of unbelief, that kind of shock, who couldn't believe their eyes at all, the fierce Pyro War slaves died?
All the creatures looked at the only person standing on the field. It was Jing Shan, the human slave.
His eyes were calm, and he swept across the gladiator arena, and suddenly roared to the sky, a roar full of grief and depression.
The human race was scorned by various races, and even despised by the various races. He had never been seen by the various races. At this moment, he even tore a powerful flame.
"The eighth gladiatorial arena, the Yanmu tribe slaves died, and the human tribe slaves Jingshan, won!"
A sweet voice came, awakening the countless dazes in the presence, and then really realized that the fighting tribe had won.
"Damn!"
"Jack, my spar ..."
Accompanying them are numerous wailing sounds, and those creatures who bought the bet Yan Mo triumphed without exception, all screaming wildly, looking very angry.
"Human war slaves won?"
Many souls and strong men couldn't believe it. Why did the Yan Demon die and the human war slaves won?
Do n’t you say that people are the most vulnerable? Now, Jingshan directly killed the opponent's Yanmu tribe and won, so many strong people realized that the human race was not as weak as they imagined.
If it is said that they are weak, it is because the tribal defeat of the previous generation almost destroyed the tribe. Only then did the tribe decline, and was suppressed and insulted by various ethnic groups.
"Congratulations on winning."
Beside her, the fairy waiter was shocked, her eyes were surprised, she knew best about Jingshan's strength, not a month ago.
She blinked and laughed: "Sir, war slaves win a game and get 10,000 time spar, two games are 20,000, three games are 30,000, and so on, when the tenth game will be Double it. "
"One hundred million time spar ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I didn't expect time spar to be so profitable?" Qin Tiange said to himself, flipping a card in his palm, showing one hundred million time spar.
Before the spar has been pressed for 100,000 hours, Jingshan's odds are one thousand times. Winning is naturally a hundred million.
Looking at a lot, in fact, the 100 million yuan that was purchased by Yanmao on the market was 100 million yuan, and 99.99 billion yuan was accompanied. The gladiatorial arena made a lot of money.
"Dear viewers, the next arena will begin to draw."
Soon, a sweet voice spread throughout the hall, the No. 1 gladiatorial court began to draw, and the name of the line above began to emerge.
Soon the lottery was over, and as a result, countless creatures of various ethnicities on the scene stunned again.
"The No. 1 gladiatorial arena, the draw result, No. 5: Human War Slave: Ruby, Battle No. 9: Fierce Beast-Nine Infant War Slave."
Along with this sentence, the atmosphere at the scene was once again hot, and the creatures were extremely excited watching the two figures appearing on the gladiatorial arena.
One human woman, one ferocious beast, nine infants.